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fuck you. i could say that a thousand times, but yet i could never truly mean it. you broke me. you made me hate myself because you didn’t like me back. how come i was good enough to flirt with but not good enough to be your girlfriend? why was i good enough to lead on for 7 months but not good enough to make me yours. you made me think something was wrong with me. was it i was a little to fat? was it the freckles that covered my body? was it how i wasn’t freaky? so what did i do? i tried to changed all of that. i stopped eating meals for weeks to get skinny for you. i searched goggle for hours looking for ways to get rid of freckles. i even thought about sending you nudes so maybe i would seem more freaky. i cried for months over you, every night. long sleeves became my everyone wear because my wrists were barcodes. i have never felt so worthless until now. you destroyed me. i changed who i was. i got into smoking and drinking just to forget about you for a few hours a day. fuck you michael. fuck you.